Talking and thinking became to him like the open page of a
monthly magazine
Tall lance-like reeds wave sadly o'er his head
That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along
The anemone that weeps at day-break, like a silly girl
before her lover
The army blazed and glowed in the golden sunlight like a
mosaic of a hundred thousand jewels
The army like a witch's caldron seethed
The beating of her heart was like a drum
The beauty of her quiet life was like a rose in blowing
The billows burst like cannon down the coast
The birds swam the flood of air like tiny ships
The boat cuts its swift way through little waves like molten
gold and opal
The boom of the surf grew ever less sonorous, like the
thunder of a retreating storm
The breast-plate of righteousness
The breathless hours like phantoms stole away
The breeze is as a pleasant tune
The calm white brow as calm as earliest morn
The camp fire reddens like angry skies
The chambers of the house were haunted by an incessant
echoing, like some dripping cavern
The church swarmed like a hive
The city is all in a turmoil; it boils like a pot of lentils
The clouds that move like spirits over the welkin clear
The clustered apples burnt like flame
The colored bulbs swung noon-like from tree and shrub
The crimson close of day
The curl'd moon was like a little feather
The curling wreaths like turbans seem
The dark hours are swept away like crumbling ashes
The dark mass of her hair shook round her like a sea
The dawn is rising from the sea, like a white lady from her
bed
The dawn had whitened in the mist like a dead face
The dawn with silver-sandaled feet crept like a frightened
girl.
The day stunned me like light upon some wizard way
The day was sweeter than honey and the honey-comb
The day have trampled me like armed men
The dead past flew away over the fens like a flight of wild
swans
The deep like one black maelstrom round her whirls
The deepening east like a scarlet poppy burnt
The desolate rocky hills rolled like a solid wave along the
horizon
The dome of heaven is like one drop of dew
The dreams of poets come like music heard at evening from
the depth of some enchanted forest
The eagerness faded from his eyes, leaving them cold as a
winter sky after sunset
The earth was like a frying-pan, or some such hissing matter
The eternal sea, which like a childless mother, still must
croon her ancient sorrows to the cold white moon
The evening sky was as green as jade
The excitement had spread through the whole house, like a
piquant and agreeable odor
The excitement of the thought buoyed his high-strung
temperament like a tonic
The feathery meadows like a lilac sea
The firm body like a slope of snow
The first whiff of reality dissipated them like smoke
The floor, newly waxed, gleamed in the candle-light like
beaten moonbeams
The fragrant clouds of hair, they flowed round him like a
snare
The gathering glory of life shone like the dawn
The gesture was all strength and will, like the stretching
of a sea-bird's wings
The girl's voice rang like a bird-call through his rustling
fancies
The glimmer of tall flowers standing like pensive
moon-worshipers in an ecstasy of prayerless bloom
The guides sniffed, like chamois, the air
The heavens are like a scroll unfurled
The hills across the valley were purple as thunder-clouds
The hoofs of the horses rang like the dumb cadence of an old
saga
The hours crawled by like years
The hum of the camp sounds like the sea
The hurrying crowds of men gather like clouds
The ideas succeeded each other like a dynasty of kings
The impalpable presence of the new century rose like a vast
empty house through which no human feet had walked
The inexorable facts closed in on him like prison wardens
hand-cuffing a convict
The lake glimmered as still as a mirror
The land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
The land was like a dream
The level boughs, like bars of iron across the setting sun
The light of London flaring like a dreary dawn
The lights blazed up like day
The lilies were drooping, white, and wan, like the head and
skin of a dying man
The mellowing hand of time
The melody rose tenderly and lingeringly like a haunting
perfume of pressed flowers
The Milky Way lay like diamond-dust upon the robe of some
great king
The monk's face whitened like sea-foam
The moon drowsed between the trees like a great yellow moth
The moon on the tower slept soft as snow
The moonbeams rest like a pale spotless shroud
The moonlight lay like snow
The moonlight, like a fairy mist, upon the mesa spreads
The mortal coldness of the soul, like death itself comes
down
The mountain shadows mingling, lay like pools above the
earth
The mountains loomed up dimly, like phantoms through the
mist
The music almost died away, then it burst like a pent-up
flood
The name that cuts into my soul like a knife
The nervous little train winding its way like a jointed
reptile
The new ferns were spread upon the earth like some lacy coverlet
The night like a battle-broken host is driven before
The night yawned like a foul wind
The ocean swelled like an undulating mirror of the bowl of
heaven
The old books look somewhat pathetically from the shelves,
like aged dogs wondering why no one takes them for a walk
The old infamy will pop into daylight like a toad out of
fissure in the rock
The penalty falls like a thunderbolt from heaven
The phrase was like a spear-thrust
The pine trees waved as waves a woman's hair
The place was like some enchanted town of palaces
The plains to northward change their color like the
shimmering necks of doves
The poppy burned like a crimson ember
The prime of man has waxed like cedars
The public press would chatter and make odd ambiguous sounds
like a shipload of monkeys in a storm
The purple heather rolls like dumb thunder
The rainbows flashed like fire
The river shouted as ever its cry of joy over the vitality
of life, like a spirited boy before the face of inscrutable nature
The roofs with their gables like hoods
The roses lie upon the grass like little shreds of crimson
silk
The satire of the word cut like a knife
The scullion with face shining like his pans
The sea reeled round like a wine-vat splashing
The sea-song of the trampling waves is as muffled bells
The sea spread out like a wrinkled marble floor
The sea, that gleamed still, like a myriad-petaled rose
The sea was as untroubled as the turquoise vault which it
reflected
The setting of the sun is like a word of peace
The sharp hail rattles against the panes and melts on my
cheeks like tears
The ships, like sheeted phantoms coming and going
The silence seemed to crush to earth like a great
looking-glass and shiver into a million pieces
The silvery morning like a tranquil vision fills the world
The sky burned like a heated opal
The sky gleamed with the hardness and brilliancy of blue
enamel
The sky was as a shield that caught the stain of blood and
battle from the dying sun
The sky was clear and blue, and the air as soft as milk
The sky was like a peach
The sky where stars like lilies white and fair shine through
the mists
The solid air around me there heaved like a roaring ocean
The solid mountains gleamed like the unsteady sea
The soul is like a well of water springing up into
everlasting life
The sound is like a noon-day gale
The sound is like a silver-fountain that springeth in a
golden basin
The sound of a thousand tears, like softly pattering wings
The sound of your running feet that like the sea-hoofs beat
The spear-tongued lightning slipped like a snake
The Spring breaks like a bird
The stacks of corn in brown array, like tattered wigwams on
the plain
The stars come down and trembling glow like blossoms on the
waves below
The stars lay on the lapis-lazuli sky like white
flower-petals on still deep water
The stars pale and silent as a seer
The strange cold sense of aloofness that had numbed her
senses suddenly gave way like snow melting in the spring
The sudden thought of your face is like a wound when it
comes unsought
The sun, like a great dragon, writhes in gold
The sun on the sea-wave lies white as the moon
The surf was like the advancing lines of an unknown enemy
flinging itself upon the shore
The terrible past lay afar, like a dream left behind in the
night
The tide was in the salt-weed, and like a knife it tore
The time, gliding like a dream
The torrent from the hills leaped down their rocky stairways
like wild steeds
The tree whose plumed boughs are soft as wings of birds
The uproar and contention pierced him like arrows
The veiled future bowed before me like a vision of promise
The velvet grass that is like padding to earth's meager ribs
The villa dips its foot in the lake, smiling at its
reflection like a bather lingering on the brink
The voice that rang in the night like a bugle call
The warm kindling blood burned her cheeks like the breath of
a hot wind
The waves were rolling in, long and lazy, like sea-worn
travelers
The whole truth, naked, cold, and fatal as a patriot's blade
The wind all round their ears hissed like a flight of
white-winged geese
The wind comes and it draws its length along like the genie
from the earthen pot
The wine flows like blood
The woman seemed like a thing of stone
The words kept ringing in my ears like the tolling of a bell
The words of the wise fall like the tolling of sweet, grave
bells upon the soul
The world had vanished like a phantasmagoria
The world is bitter as a tear
The world is in a simmer, like a sea
The world wavers within its circle like a dream
The years stretched before her like some vast blank page out
to receive the record of her toil
The years vanished like a May snowdrift
The yellow apples glowed like fire
Their glances met like crossed swords
Their joy like sunshine deep and broad falls on my heart
Their minds rested upon the thought, as chasing butterflies
might rest together on a flower
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss
Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting
Then fall unheeded like the faded flower
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
Then it swelled out to rich and glorious harmonies like a
full orchestra playing under the sea
Then the lover sighing like furnace
Theories sprouted in his mind like mushrooms
There is an air about you like the air that folds a star
There, like a bird, it sits and sings
There seemed to brood in the air a quiet benevolence of a
Father watching His myriad children at play
There she soars like a seraph
There she stood straight as a lily on its stem
There slowly rose to sight, a country like a dragon fast
asleep
There streamed into the air the sweet smell of crushed
grass, as though many fields had been pressed between giant's fingers and so
had been left
These eyes like stars have led me
These final words snapped like a whip-lash
These thoughts pierced me like thorns
They are as cruel as creeping tigers
They are as white foam on the swept sands
They are as white swans in the dusk, thy white hands
They are painted sharp as death
They broke into pieces and fell on the ground, like a
silvery, shimmering shower of hail
They dropped like panthers
They fly like spray
They had hands like claws
They had slipped away like visions
They have as many principles as a fish has bones
They have faces like flowers
They hurried down like plovers that have heard the call
They look like rose-buds filled with snow
They seem like swarming flies, the crowd of little men
They seemed like floating flowers
They shine as sweet as simple doves
They stand like solitary mountain forms on some hard,
perfectly transparent day
They vanished like the shapes that float upon a summer's
dream
Thick as wind-blown leaves innumerable
Thickly the flakes drive past, each like a childish ghost
Thine eyes like two twin stars shining
This life is like a bubble blown up in the air
This love that dwells like moonlight in your face
This thought is as death
This tower rose in the sunset like a prayer
Those ancestral themes past which so many generations have
slept like sea-going winds over pastures
Those death-like eyes, unconscious of the sun
Those eyelids folded like a white rose-leaf
Those eyes like bridal beacons shine
Thou art to me but as a wave of the wild sea
Thou as heaven art fair and young
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea
Thou must wither like a rose
Thou shalt be as free as mountain winds
Thou wouldst weep tears bitter as blood
Though bright as silver the meridian beams shine
Though thou be black as night
Thoughts vague as the fitful breeze
Three-cornered notes fly about like butterflies
Through the forest, like a fairy dream through some dark
mind, the ferns in branching beauty stream
Through the moonlit trees, like ghosts of sounds haunting
the moonlight, stole the faint tinkle of a guitar
Through the riot of his senses, like a silver blaze, ran the
legend
Thy beauty like a beast it bites
Thy brown benignant eyes have sudden gleams of gladness and
surprise, like woodland brooks that cross a sunlit spot
Thy carven columns must have grown by magic, like a dream in
stone
Thy favors are but like the wind that kisses everything it
meets
Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree
Thy name burns like a gray and flickering candle flame
Thy name will be as honey on men's lips
Till death like sleep might steal on me
Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven
Time drops in decay, like a candle burnt out
Time like a pulse shakes fierce
To drag life on, which like a heavy chain lengthens behind
with many a link of pain
To forsake as the trees drop their leaves in autumn
Toys with smooth trifles like a child at play
Transitory as clouds without substance
Transparent like a shining sun
Tree and shrub altered their values and became transmuted to
silver sentinels
Trees that spread their forked boughs like a stag's antlers
Trembling like an aspen-leaf
Truths which forever shine as fixed stars
Turning easily and securely as on a perfect axle
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